There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)
Chapter 667: Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 2

Chapter 667: Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 2

Radia Mallarc was not perfect, but he did always look like he had a perfect life.

His family might not be the wealthiest in the world, but they were certainly in the top ten, and he--almost--never had to worry about money. He might not have ethereal appearance that would make people fall in love regardless of preferences, but no one would call him ugly either. He might not be the greatest mind ever existed in his generation, but there was time when he was called a prodigy. And he might not be the strongest esper in the world, but he was strong enough to protect himself.

So people always assumed he had a smooth life, and Radia did try to appear like so, even from a young age. While his family did not pressure him to be the best, there was a certain pressure in the society for the crown prince to do better than most people. And that kind of pressure, if not shared, was a burden for anyone.

Radia did not like to share; be it possession or stress. He was originally greedy, but also compassionate for what he owned. His parents were one of them. They were nice, very nice, and very happy. Young Radia did not like to burden his father, who was struggling with the dilemmatic decision between being an heir or a regular son, with his own stress.

So he found all kind of way to vent. Being mischievous and pranking high society by revealing their scandals was his favorite childhood pastime. When he entered his teenage years and got to explore his sexuality, that was where he vented.

Han Joon...always found that amusing. Cute, even. He wondered for a long time why he could take it seeing Radia going around being the academy’s elite slut, but it seemed to be because he knew none of those sex really mattered for Radia. Even after, when the summoner did it just to rile him up before finally gave up and ended up confessing, Han Joon could take it because he knew...

He knew Radia had a different kind of expression when jerking off to him in his bedroom.

But still, it was his sole privilege now to take care of the passion and the venting process. Which was glorious.

Even now, Han Joon still thought it was fascinating and cute how Radia became lewder the more he stressed out. There was something pure about how it started from not wanting to burden his parents with his own problem. The pureness and cuteness that only Han Joon could fathom.

And he had no intention to share it with anyone.

"Hmm..." Han Joon hummed as he felt the wet kiss over his length. Radia’s lips were almost as red as his hair and eyes, and they were especially pretty against Joon’s erection. When the pale red tongue flicked out, and the crimson eyes flicked above, Joon couldn’t hold his smirk, which rewarded him with a whole mouth over his tip. Warm and wet and playful. "Ah..."

Yeah. He had no intention to share. Especially not this kind of scenery. The view was his privilege; his reward.

It might be weird for others--shouldn’t it be Joon who serviced his sugar husband? But this was also his way of servicing his stressed-out darling; letting the man be as slutty as he wanted.

"Dee," he looked down sharply, sending shivers down his darling’s spine. "Let’s do it harder."

Even with a whole rod in his mouth, Radia managed to smile, and placed Joon’s hands on his head. The pressure from the thrust to his throat was both suffocating and gratifying. Even the tightness on his scalp from the hair-grasping.

Oh, it was heaven. It was enough to get him hard and leaking. And since he didn’t need to use his hands anymore, he could do it to jerk himself off. The multitasker that he was, moving his hands and working his mouth at the same time was an easy feat. The tears pooling in this crimson eyes were both from the sting and the pleasure, and they dropped a little bit alongside the cold spurt inside his throat and the warm one on his palms.

Han Joon pulled his dick off Radia’s mouth, and watched his husband shudder in delight with a smile across his face. The face his darling made was truly exquisite, with glazy eyes flickering end lashes fluttering; flush spread all over his cheeks, making his face look like a strawberry.

Like a blooming red flower.

It took a few seconds before Radia took a deep, deep breath that made him shudder for the last time. "Ahh..." he let out a satisfied sigh, as if his throat hadn’t just pounded with a thick dick. "Mm," the red lips spread and a tongue licked a leftover sticky fluid. "It’s cold too."

"Let me try," Han Joon chuckled and cupped the flushed cheeks gently, before planting an exploring kids where he tasted any leftover of his own discharge. "It’s warm in your mouth."

Radia laughed and Han Joon pulled the summoner to his lap, taking the cum-streaked hands and licked everything too under the warm scarlet gaze. Once they were clean, Radia grasped his husband’s face and kissed it slowly, savoring every inch of the handsome face that was only his, down to the scar he made with his own hand.

Han Joon tilted his head and stroked his darling’s back. "Feel better now?"

Radia smiled softly; a different kind from the coquettish one he had earlier. "Always," he whispered gratefully. He truly did. It fascinated him how he could calm down quickly with this man’s presence.

But then again...he remembered how people said he changed after he fell in love with Han Joon. People thought he matured, but he was just...didn’t need to vent anywhere anymore. Even after Han Joon left...

"How did you cope before?" the same thought seemed to cross Joon’s mind.

"More working," Radia tilted his head up to recall. "Smoking golden needle, drinking..."

He didn’t get back to his wild habit of fucking anything fuckable, strangely. Perhaps because he knew it wouldn’t work anymore. Not if it wasn’t Han Joon. If anything, it might only create more stress.

"At least you didn’t go to nicotine," Han Joon exhaled while rubbing the still-clothed chest.

"I’m not even doing drugs," Radia smirked playfully, circling his arms around his husband’s neck. "Praise me."

"Verbally?" Han Joon arched his brow. "You can only choose one tonight."

Radia laughed and pushed his chest onto the rubbing palm. "In that case..."

Han Joon chuckled against the approaching lips, catching them while unbuttoning his darling’s shirt, stripping the summoner bare. Radia threw his head back and moaned freely, mixing it with laughter when Han Joon carried him to the bathroom. He’d get that verbal praise in the middle of physical praise anyway, so this was always the right choice.

And Han Joon never disappointed him in that regard. He always knew when Radia wanted it hard or slow, wanted it fast or flirty; he always knew how to make it good, how to make it so nothing could fill Radia’s mind but them and the way their skin connected.

Because what kind of trophy husband couldn’t satisfy his darling in bed? Although in their case, it was anywhere sturdy enough for them to fuck around and made love.

But Han Joon usually became extra soft when he knew Radia was in a venting mode, and the summoner always used the chance fully to be as clingy as he could. Sometimes, within the confine of their own room, their own world, time seemed to rewind to their youth, to the time where they were still in their early twenties--the time that was lost in the scheme of others.

In their isolated world, they could pretend that they never separated from each other. That no one ever tried to end Radia’s life, and Joon had never had to go sneaking around government’s secret facility. They could pretend that their scars were something they made during their adolescent days, a silly proof of their love.

And it was perfect.

Even if it only looked perfect, it didn’t matter.

"Haa..." Radia closed his eyes, breathing, since that was the only thing he could do after...how many times did they go for it again?

He didn’t remember. He didn’t even remember what made him annoyed that afternoon--something about government crap or whatever.

"Enough for tonight?" Han Joon kissed the light scar on Radia’s neck while carrying the man back to the bedroom, wrapped in a bathrobe.

"Mm," Radia mumbled, letting his dear husband take care of him. The exhaustion from the long day and the satisfaction from the sexual service Han Joon provided made him sleepy. But also hungry. But he was sleepy.

"You need to have dinner, darling," Han Joon reminded him, but it was rather hard waking up while his dear husband drying his hair so nicely.

But eventually, he opened his eyes when Joon kissed his cheek. The coldness of those lips seemed to increase after shower, enough to jolt him awake. A tray of dinner was already in front of him--didn’t even need to get down from the sofa--and Joon was there to feed him.

"What are you up to today?" Radia asked while chewing, since he didn’t want to fall asleep with food still in his mouth.

"I talked about that show they kept pestering me for."

Radia blinked. "The one Bas used to do?"

"Yeah," Han Joon chuckled. "Lucre is too far from Althrea, and asking a father of baby twins to go over here was just too much."

In the end, rather than calling it ’Setnath’, Zein used the name the deity had before the godhood, and they called the place Lucre instead. And the most prominent figures living there were certainly the couple lived in Ishtera Hills. Between managing the Trinity branch and taking care of two healthy twins, Bassena barely had time to see them, much less for a talk show.

And somehow, they found Han Joon.

"Did you accept?"

Han Joon took his darling hand and kissed the knuckles. "Whatever you say, darling."

"Hmm..." Radia pursed his lips. Joon had always been handsome, even when he was still stone-faced with a buzz-cut. But now that he broke the stern facade and grew his hair...the only person who could rival him was the Luzein Ishtera himself. Radia totally understood Bassena. "I kind of want to gatekeep you."

"Then I’ll say no," Han Joon replied simply.

"I’ll tell them not to pester you again."

"No need," Han Joon brushed the falling red strand above Radia’s eyes. "I’m sure they’ll back off if I say my darling husband does not want me to go."

Radia swallowed, even though the food was no longer in his mouth. That smile was as blinding and intriguing as ever, even after decades.

Haa...should he prioritize his condition for tomorrow...or should he satisfy the sudden arousal?